Light surrounded by life,
Waiting for that chance to shine.
Peeping through the holes of strife,
Needing to put things back in line.
Darkness welcomed by distant cries,
A danger marked by endless death.
But still it’s loved by some called wise
And doesn’t stop till light’s last breath.
Two forces exist to battle on,
One white, one black, both here.
The fight will last till one is gone,
The end will soon be near.